Pressure pointed at both of them again. “Laugh all you want. I lasted.”
I lifted my cup. “How long you lasted for real though? Tell the truth.”
Pressure hesitated for half a second.
Renza leaned in. “Oh yeah, that nigga lyin’. Look at him. He blinkin’ too much. How long, dawg?”
Pressure rubbed his beard. “Like… two and a half weeks.”
The whole table exploded.
Blaqson damn near fell out his chair. “Nigga, TWO WEEKS? Pluto must’ve been confused as fuck. She probably thought you was cheatin’ or dyin’.”
Renza laughed so hard he slapped my shoulder. “Nigga, I cannot believe yo’ horny ass was walkin’ around this house pretendin’ you ain’t need no ass. That’s the funniest shit I heard all year.”
Pressure threw his hand out like he was offended. “Man, fuck y’all, I was doin’ good. Then I started back givin’ her dick. She good now.”
I laughed so hard my stomach tightened. “You stupid as hell. You talkin’ about punishments like you some kind of monk. Nigga, you was sweatin’ and shakin’ behind her back when you finally gave her some, wasn’t you?”
Pressure pointed at me next. “Shut yo’ ass up. At least I did it.”
Renza snorted. “Nigga, please. You did not punish Pluto, she punished you. You thought you was in control, but she probablyain’t care at all. She probably used you bein’ dramatic as a break.”
Blaqson added, “On my mama, Pressure was probably takin’ cold showers holdin’ the counter lookin’ in the mirror tryna motivate himself.”
Pressure let out a slow exhale. “Y’all got too many jokes. I swear.”
I passed him the lighter. “Nigga, you know damn well you ain’t built for no drought.”
Pressure took the lighter, shook his head, and grumbled, “I hate y’all.”
Renza cracked up again. “Two and a half weeks. Nigga, that’s prison time for you.”
Blaqson leaned back, laughin’ deep. “Pluto probably thanked God for the silence.”
Pressure threw a card at him. “Man, go to hell.”
The whole table hollered.
We kept playin’ cards and talkin’ shit while the night wrapped around us. The drinks kept gettin’ refilled even though I tried to tap out twice. Renza cheated damn near every hand but blamed me for it. Blaqson kept shakin’ his head at us like he was babysittin’ the three dumbest niggas alive. And Pressure… that nigga spent half the time laughin’ loud.
Eventually I realized Toni was the only person in the whole house who wasn’t drunk. She walked outside with her arms folded and tapped my shoulder. “Give me the keys.”
“For what?” I asked even though I knew damn well.
“Kay’Lo,” she said with that tone she used when she wasn’t fuckin’ around. “Give me the keys.”
Pressure laughed behind me. “You heard ya wife.”
I handed her the keys and leaned over to kiss her cheek. Everybody kept clownin’ and talkin’ shit while we packed up the cards and bottles. Blaqson hugged me before he dipped out,Renza slapped my back like ten times, and Pressure whispered some dumb shit about me not shootin’ nothin’ on the way home.
When we finally left the backyard, I wrapped my arm around Toni’s waist and kissed her while I held the door open for her. She tasted warm and sweet and I wanted to take her in my old room instead of leavin’, but she pulled away smilin’ like she knew exactly what I was thinkin’.
We walked out the mansion, and the air was cool and heavy with the smell of the night. I followed her to the car and slid into the passenger seat while Sha’Nelle slid in the back. I ain’t even get settled before I bent down and kissed Toni’s thigh. Her soft skin under my mouth made somethin’ pull at me.
Toni gasped a lil’. “Baby, you drunk.”
“And you lookin’ sexy as fuck,” I said against her thigh as I kissed her again. “So let me have this.”
